Sunday, July 11, 2010


I can only be held within this confluence
This current of emotion , soul and being
To manifest this self from turbulence refined
by circumstance, reason and the divine

I settle to the top
The cream, the mist, the cloud,
The wind, my voice, the spirit
The sound

A melody by chords strummed
from the depths of this heart
they may enchant, and enthrall
Fear to dissipate and depart

As the sun sets and the moon rises for my sight
The wind may be my breath
The crashing waves the beat of my heart
May I leave the memory of me
Beyond even death
Eternally yours